"Clothes," Lavi repeated the word happily, and dove in. It was more of the same stuff Albel was wearing - discs with circles cut in the middle, of varrying sizes. "We're gonna look like we're wearing some kind of bizarre uniform," Lavi muttered, rolling his eye.
He couldn't do much with only one hand, so he made sure he had his right eye squinted shut and cautiously lowered his hand. He took one of the smallest discs and got a good grip with both hands, tugging sharply, but the fabric refused to part. "Damn it, I need a strip, not a circle," he said.
Turning to Albel, he held the fabric out and gestured at the sword. "Help? I need to cut it. Cut," and he made a slashing motion across the fabric with one hand.